by Rachelle Ashman

Created on: June 24, 2010

it's unfortunate that molecules have settled onto my skin
an insistent beat
though i cannot see them
i can feel them pulse in the half-light of four am
so i imagine that when i step outside
i am flashing bright in many colors
and i disappear when the sun rises
my sight is away and i can only make out
the red of the blood in my eyelids
but somewhere, somewhere i might find
that with no sight or sense, no common feeling;
that with no words or thoughts, no sudden connection;
that with every breath i lose a little more;
i might know what the loss of gravity in my body is
and i might know that foolish foolish could never replace
the cloud of atoms that do not speak, do not move-
pass through me and when i am left on an autonomous planet,
with no one i know and nothing to recall-

i'd remember that look and what it meant to me.

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